Chapter 6: Meeting The Mercenary.
Getting into America was easy. Getting to where the Merc lived was the hard part.
The guy was currently teaching at a school for the 'gifted' in New York, but he had taken some time off at a Cabin out of town, in the middle of the damned wilderness.
A couple stolen dirtbikes later, and they could see the cabin. The place was pretty big for just one person...
"Alright." Sly said, closing the entrance to their makeshift safehouse. He and Murray had spent an hour setting up treebranch traps for when the Lynch gang lures Logan outside. "We're ready on our end. You guys up for it?"
"O'course." Eoin said. "I'm gonna have Ronan and Jacob stick about on the roof, an' drop in if things get rough."
"Good plan." Bentley said. "I've set up some wiretaps, and some cameras. Looks like the Mercenary's on the move. Go, guys." Bentley said, looking up at them.
The Lynch Gang, wearing their wet-suit-esque uniform, nodded and left. Murray pulled on his gloves. "Good luck, guys!" Murray called after them.
Eoin quietly made his way directly for the front door. Ronan and Jacob snuck up a tree, and made their way to the rooftop. Eoin peered through a window, and saw nothing but a drably decorated room. He tested the handle.
Open.
The door pushed open without the slightest noise. Eoin stepped into the drab room, glancing around and running a hand over his hair. "Shit. I don't think anyone is here." He said.
The wall next to the door was hidden by shadows. In those shadows, a short -but pissed off- Wolverine was watching Eoin.
"Hello?" Eoin called out. "Logan? M'name's Eoin Lynch. I came here T'talk T'you about somethin'."
"Lynch..." Logan grumbled. Amelie had told him about Lynch. Logan jumped out and kicked the back of Lynch's left knee. Eoin fell onto that knee, and Logan grabbed him by the hair. "Yer Eoin Lynch, huh?" He growled. "The hell do you want here?"
Eoin blinked. "Jesus christ! Calm down! I'm just here T'talk!"
Logan pulled Eoin's head back. Eoin met eyes with the Wolverine, not saying anything.
Glass broke, and Ronan jumped through the window, catching Logan behind the ear with Eoin's Shellailagh.
Logan fell forward, letting go of Eoin. Eoin got up, looking at Logan.
The Wolverine rubbed the back of his head, snarling. "You lil' bastard..." He muttered, rushing Ronan.
"Shi--" Ronan said, tossing the Shellailagh to Eoin.
Logan tackled Ronan, sending him back against the door and outside. Just as Logan's fist went back, Jacob dropped on top of him and grasped his chin and neck with both hands. Jacob pulled Logan's head back.
Eoin ran outside. "Listen, dammit! We just want to TALK!"
Logan reached back and grabbed Jacob's shoulders, heaving him over the stairs leading up to the cabin.
Ronan growled. "Don't touch M'brother, Y'midget!" He shouted, grabbing Logan's shoulders and headbutting him.
Logan grabbed his face, growling.
Eoin blinked. "This bugger ain't gonna stay down fer long. Let's head back to the safehouse."
Ronan helped Jacob up, and the three began the long run back to the safehouse. As Eoin had thought, Logan was up and after them in no time.
Eoin brushed past a tree, Logan hot on his tail. A tightly wound branch snapped and struck Logan in the chest, making him hit the ground hard.
Lynch and the Doyle twins turned around. Logan rolled onto his side, then got onto his knees. He raised a hand, and three particularly sharp claws came out. The branch that hit him was soon severed from the tree.
"You sure you wanna talk T'me, bub?" Logan asked, growling.
"It's about Amelie!" Eoin said. "I need to hear what you know about her!"
"Amelie... Scottish girl?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry, Bub." Logan said, lumbering a step towards them threateningly. "That's a conflict O'interest."
"We've got plenty O'coin fer ya, mate!" Jacob said.
"After Y'freaks break into MY cabin, try to kill me, and break MY door?"
Ronan blinked. "We've got a LOT of coin!"
"How much." Logan said flatly.
"Thirty grand." Eoin said. "Just for the info."
Logan took another step. He was right infront of them, now. One swift movement, and Eoin would be a pez dispenser.
"Hrmph." Logan lowered his claws. "Fine."
A twang of relief ran through the Doyle brothers. Eoin smiled a bit and set his Shellailagh's end on the ground.
Two more branches snapped, hitting the Doyle brothers on the back and sending them into the dirt.
Eoin turned around, and saw the Cooper gang laughing their asses off. "OI!" He shouted. "You nackers set us up with this psychopath, so Y'wouldn't get yer own heads cracked open, eh?"
Sly grinned, tapping his cane on the ground. "Can you forgive us, Eoin?"
"Fook ya, Cooper!" Eoin said. "Jus' remember who handed you yer own tail back in Britain!" Eoin said. Jacob and Ronan pulled each other back up.
Logan sighed, taking out a package of cigarettes and putting one to his lips. He turned and headed back to his cabin. "When you ladies are ready, I'll be in M'cabin."
Sly glanced at Lynch. Both had a "What-the-fuck?" expression on their faces.
Lynch shrugged a bit. "Long as you don't knock us about anymore."
Sly looked at Bentley and Murray, smirking a bit and nodding. He tipped his hat, and followed after Eoin. "Yo, twins. Hurry it up, huh?" He said, smiling a bit.
Click, whirr.
Click, whirr.
Ronan glanced around.
Click, whirr.
Click, whirr.
He swore he could hear a camera. But, he couldn't see anyone.
Inside the cabin, Logan pulled out a bottle of some... Strong liquid. "Whaddaya want T'know about her?" Logan asked.
"Anything. Where she is, what she looks like, why the hell she's after me... Anything." Eoin said.
"Can't answer any O'those 'cept fer the last one." Logan said, pouring them all drinks and sitting down at the table. "She says you killed her poppa. That true?"
"..." Eoin frowned. "Yeah. I didn't mean for him to die, though. It was an accident."
"Yeah, yeah." Logan said. Bentley took a sniff of the drink and turned a different shade of green. "She sent me a callin' card last night, tellin' me to meet her T'morrow."
"A meeting?" Sly asked. "Have you two met face-to-face before?"
"Nope." Logan said, knocking back the whole glass. "This'd be the first time."
"Where is the meeting?"
"This club in town." Logan said. He cocked an eyebrow, knowing what they were getting at. He set his glass down. "If you grunts are gonna tag along, yer gonna need T'keep it on the down-low."
"Judging from the leopard print on all of her calling cards, I'm going to assume that she's a leopard?" Bentley said, recovering from the scent of the potent drink.
"Makes as much sense as anythin' else does." Jacob said, taking a small drink from his glass. He blinked, then shrugged and knocked the rest back.
"Okay. We'll be on the lookout for a Leopard then, right?" Ronan asked. Bentley nodded.
"Let me guess..." Murray started, adjusting his goggles. "There's not going to be ANY chance for me to smash things, is there?"
"I wouldn't say that just yet, Murray." Sly said, tapping the end of his cane against the ground. "It depends on how things go."
"Hell," Logan said, standing. "Gettin' in a fight T'morrow sounds like it could be fun."
Eoin glanced at the calling card. "Amelie" was scrawled at the end in delicate handwriting, pink ink, and the "I" was dotted with a small heart. Jesus christ, what the hell were they up against?
To Be Continued.